What's left underneath the gold mask could scarcely be called a man, devoured by their faith they are instruments of the Vanishing Star, who fell from heaven in service of a God who long forgot the difference between blessing and blight.

Some more sketches from the NotesApp on my iPad ✨🤲✨ still my preferred illustration tool at this point, so much so that it's starting to fuck-up my workflow in CSP 😅

Carapacian armour is a skeleton that envelops the wearer, the haunted vessel whispers in your ear, guides your hand, twists your purpose.

Primordial Ghosts are good ingredients, their spirits still infused with old magics. Them technically being your ancestors should not be thought on though, best just to make peace that you might end up on the hook one day too.

This is a small selection from the run a drew in December, you can always check out the full runs on my Patreon ✨

The Stonefolk are an odd lot, some nasty, others ambivalent, but the old ones know things lost to us, best not to meddle in their ancient business.